[ guren is right. there’s nothing about him that looks lupine in the least, and dextera trusted him anyway without seeing it—it’s just hard to reconcile his heart and mind, like this.
he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around himself. he can’t stop shaking, and he’s terrified of his own violent thoughts of getting a group together to go stop the beasts once and for all.
protect the town. ]
…
[ he exhales, looking up at guren. every now and then, there’s a nervous twitch of his fingers, or a wild glint in his eyes like a trapped animal. he’s having a bad time. ]
I hate them.
[ they’re his friends, he knows—he knows, but he can’t make himself stop. ]
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he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around himself. he can’t stop shaking, and he’s terrified of his own violent thoughts of getting a group together to go stop the beasts once and for all.
protect the town. ]
…
[ he exhales, looking up at guren. every now and then, there’s a nervous twitch of his fingers, or a wild glint in his eyes like a trapped animal. he’s having a bad time. ]
I hate them.
[ they’re his friends, he knows—he knows, but he can’t make himself stop. ]